Unstable

I heard faint screams, mixed in with the rhythmic beeping of a machine, and then heavy, panicked breathing.

Mine.

I opened my eyes, and bright white flooded my vision. Then the smell of bleach hit me, and my stomach rolled.

I was in a hospital, and I was alone.

I tried to recall what had happened.

Veronica, with the knife in her hand.

Veronica, touching my face.

And the knife, sliding into my stomach.

Then the smell of blood. My blood. Pouring out of me.

The concrete cold against my cheek as I lay there, dying.

Dying because I'd denied her.

But now, here I was, alive.